Lyrics:
(Cuz, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!
Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why
Yo stelly this living is what the boyz half do
Don't think about being less than yourself
Comin' through fresh cut
Stella your free
Your gonna
I've got blood on all my black shirts
From killing these records I'm comin out the dirt
I am looking at all the lessons I've learned
I've grown a lot
Oh, what's the cost for Jesus' head?
Will thirty pieces get Him dead?
Be careful when the sun goes down
There's some fellas comin' 'round
Pilate
Niggas gettin' recruited
Holdin' guns, 'cause they comin' for me
Drinkin' my love, because the trust is muthafucka
(Would ya die for me?)
FBI: Fuckin'
a bin
I gotta go out and win it
Flow so cold you'll catch the flu
I'm comin for the top you'll never see me stop got the game on lock I ain't gonna
will see how y'all feel when I start poppin sayin "man he dope!"
My time is comin be aware but right now I'm just tryna grow
Let's think back to my
to hear no shit about getting rejected
I take what I want ’cause what I want is mine
I’m comin’ through and I’m here to—
UGH
I’m done pretending
I’m
Are you bored or are you lazy?
Tell the truth, tell the truth
Are you blind or are you crazy?
Tell the truth, tell the truth
Are you comin' back
swag
im the one who influenced them
i can not stop till the money made
i member night I had bummy days..
now the money comin like a 100 ways
i think
dis one comin from straight outa' di dancehall.
Chorus :
Reach d sky if ya havin a good time ( Yes ja ! )
Reach d sky if ya havin a good time ( Yes ja
the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
Well I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug
the other night
Ol' Dame Forson wasn't doin' me right
Them kings and queens just kept on comin' round
Well I got a full and I bet it high
But my plug
Just give em food to feed em
But they keep comin back
Always tryna find out where we at
And then we give em just enough to keep em sayin that
You see
is only the debut
And they better pray for you
Cuz you know we comin' hard
Bury bodies in the yard
If I had my glock right now
Ima shoot that shit like
For what it's worth
You like the way I make it up to you
I hate the way, you know
Maybe it's time for you to come around
And keep comin' back for more
to the money on my own
I don't need nothin' right now
Its cool to know you got it holla
Young Buck ca$hville Records nigga
We comin' (But every dog got his day)
****
Get out the way 'cause I'm comin'
see where I'm goin like an ultralight beam
Like an ultralight beam
Aye, look
I'm comin out of my depression
I'm growin up I'm learnin lessons
straps? Grrt
Know how we comin', ooh ayy
Slidin' with sticks, we tryna whack somebody
(Whack somebody) if we miss, bitch
It ain't shit to double back
to the top of the escalat-or
We rats comin' back for more
Happy to carry the wait 'til
Our backs are sore
Trapped in the system of capitalism
That got us
leave
No way out, help me Lord I wish I never would?ve met her
And daddy?s sitting with a gun in hand
He said ?The preacher?s comin? just as fast as he
package to flip (Dab)
Who said I ain't comin' up?
Slide me da addy real quick
Runnin' in houses I still do
Talk a lotta shit let's meet foo'
Bet
Gotta secret I need to tell
I'm comin' out of this shell
I think about it everyday
I think about leavin'
This is where I don't belong
But I'm tryin'
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